Letters Never Sent (Part 2)

On Wednesday, March 10, 1976, you cranked out a massive 16-page letter to me.

Well, that’s when you started writing a letter that ended up at 16 pages when you finished it the following Monday.

In that letter, IX by your count, you tell me that you’re “doing something different,” that you’re going back to June 1974 to write about the summer camp week of that year. You said, “The reason I feel that week was so important is because it will never happen again.”

Letter IX brims with loving details about Camp Kingswood, retold in a day-by-day format, as if you were an archaeologist unearthing a relic that solved a mystery that had forever dogged you. You did a magnificent job.

You took me back to a long-forgotten place. “Little did I know,” you wrote, “it would be for the…